Not a splatter
nor a smear
just a single tone
of the solitary colour
that shall never be outshone
It is but a veil
masking the genuine hues
of crimson and onyx
that the rain clouds brew
It's chaos and tumult
pandemonium, disarray
masked behind the veil
that lights up my day.

I feel a pang
of pain in my chest
I feel the taste
of distinct bitterness
I feel the jealousy
when I spot the spark
of love in your eyes
as you're standing feet apart
I feel your taunting smirk
scorch my back
as you watch me burn
in my own trap
And I feel my nails
sink into my skin
And I feel your words
making their way in
But darling,
I feel
nothing
when I see you.

She molds herself
a silver pen
Embedded with rubies
crystals and gems.
She pours her life
out on fragile pages,
unleashes her thoughts
from their constrictive cages
But one dark day,
the pages were found
Lampooned and humiliated,
she hit the ground
Along with her
fell her silver pen
the crystals now stained
with the darkest red.

Clouds of smoke, drifting endlessly
Black as coal, all is left behind
The wind, it blows, forever in icy sheets
Swept for gold, none left to find

They shed their tears on their lover
The lovers look up with joy
Ignorance replaces salt in the water
And their blinded eyes rejoice

All they need is a light that shines
On hearts, dark with vapors of hate
To illuminate their exquisite lines
But no sun is bright for the broken fates

The malicious breeze won't stop for a second
even as hearts get tied
People and plots don't mourn for their losses;
as it goes, those hearts get tired

They shed their skins, for something new
Some place better than where they float
All they needed was the light
From the rays of the sun
All they got was the thunder,
Waiting on every turn

So, they shed their tears on their lovers
The lovers look up with joy
Ignorance replaces salt in the rain drops
And their blinded hearts rejoice.

Your eyes glaze over, losing their spark
And your sight's flown miles away
In a place that's worse than the world out here
Where hearts are blackened by hate.

Your eyes brim over, tears leave scars
And your hues, they turn to grey
For wrists turn red and lips turn blue
*You're wilting by night, to blossom by day